Two Steps Forward: Healing Piece

Nov 06, 2010 19:09

"You're taking two steps forward, and ten steps back, Carolina."

That is my mother's mantra over the years, from when I was fourteen and even now, at age nineteen when I'm still as fragile as a china doll--or at least, that's how I am perceived to be, how I am treated.  She claims that before the depression, before the anxiety, I was a happy child ( Read more... )

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Wow. nekox November 14 2010, 04:16:00 UTC
Really didn't think one could think himself/herself to a point of depression, but who am I kidding or whether who am I to judge.

Sadly you are not the only dear South. I also battled certain levels of hell during my middle school days. I came to a point of despising every single one of that school. But as I grew I came to use that negative feeling to further open my mind to how the worlds is and how things tend go in certain wave kinda of like a loop.

I'm American, though I've lived almost my entire life in Mexico. We also have are bullies and own challenges to face in this world.

All I can say, is animo , which is spanish for keep your hopes up.

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Re: Wow. agent_south November 14 2010, 14:48:15 UTC
*hug*

Thank you so much for the very lovely message. It definitely made me smile. :)

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